Ok I’m usually against anything more technologically advanced than a beer can opener at the lake, but I brought my laptop so my sister in law and I can work on master of ceremony stuff for our wedding. AKA drink malibu rum in the rockstar camper/party bus without our kids for two hours and get little acconplished.

I’m pretty sure every kid who’s ever been to Waskesui has climbed this tower, called Height of the Land. From this lookout point, you can see trees and open skies as far as you can see. Its a beautiful spot that I’ve been to numerous times, and have many memories of the area.

I have a photo of my sister and I in this exact spot, I think I’m five or six and she ten or eleven. I’m glad I can share things from my childhood with my little gremlin.

Despite the horrible photo from my crapberry, these are super cute and were pretty easy to make. I used a round punch and also a flower punch, both from Martha Stewart, found at wal mart. For the flowers I used some damask scrapbooking paper and for the flower centers I got some fancy five dollar paper at Michaels, just for the thickness, so the glue wouldn’t make it all bubbly and deformed.

I printed our wedding info, little sayings and our names in a small, cursive font in a word processing program, then punched it out and glued it on top of the flowers, which had previously been glued back to back with a toothpick in the middle.

Granted the punches were expensive (Martha loves the green stuff), but I’ve also used them to make confetti for the reception hall floor with tissue paper and more damask paper, and I’m a crafty broad. I’m sure I can use them again.

So, I’m getting married at the end of September and as it turns out, I am the new Martha Stewart, although I am Canadian and I’ve never been to jail (yet). But don’t ask me to make a bundt cake.

I’ve been crafting like a mofo and I’m excited to share all of my brilliance with the rest of you Bridezillas out there. (Yes, you.) And also this can apply to any shower or party or kids or adults room. You could spell out put the fuckin seat down with a cute, cheerful paisley print on the front for your guest bathroom.

So my theme/colors are black and white damask, with red as an accent color. If you don’t know what damask is, pull your head out of the toilet and google it.

I found these wooden letters at wal mart. They were nice and solid and already finished in a semi gloss white. They were five bucks each and later on will be living on a shelf in our house.

I had some damask-ish scrapbooking paper left from previous wedding crafts and I traced out the letters backwards, cut them out, applied some mod podge glue to the letter and then applied the cut outs to the letters.

Voila! Matching decor. I saw similar type things on ebay for 3225856 dollars.

Aren’t they cute! They are for the wedding cake/cupcake table….I’m so excited to eat the cupcakes, and I secretly hope nobody eats them..

L is nearly two and a half. She isnt potty trained, and is still semi attatched to the soother. Ive began taking her meth soother away during the day again (We tried this once and I decided ZOMGshesoisntreadyforthisyet and popped it back in). She falls asleep with it, but doesn’t use it all night. I’m not pushing the soother thing to the extreme as this kid has um, spirit, as my mother calls it, and I’ve learned to pick my battles. The end of the suckie is near, though, because we don’t need any Snaggletooth’s in the family. Maybe we can donate the soother to another child, like what some rocket scientists suggest. Anyone want a 2011 previously owned Gerber chewed-on, sucked-on pacifier that smells of toddler breath and pepperoni stick, contact me immediately. This premium deal will not last long.

She is just now taking an interest in the potty after getting over the initial “this is a little chair!” novelty factor and I’m hoping this could soon mean the end of diapers, wipes and butt cream. I’ve mentioned we can go pick out some Tinkerbell underwear when she goes in the potty, and perhaps it isnt right to bribe someone with shopping but that’s totally what the parenting books say is a logical way to get to her defecate in the toilet. I’m drawing the line at bribing her with candy to go to the can because to this day I cannot go to the bathroom without a bag of Cheetos and M&M’s.

I’m excited to watch her grow up but as new milestones approach it’s another slap in the face that she really is not a baby anymore, and I’m going to have to start using phrases like “big girl bed” and “big girl panties” and “mommy needs a big girl drink with adult juice”.

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I'm Sarah, and this is my blog. I write about everything and anything, so if reading about explosive shitty diapers, 321798 way to make chicken and me generally doing my thang isn't your cup of tea, ye be warned. I enjoy carbohydrates, swearing, photography, and peace on Earth- goodwill to men.